Marked territory

“You cannot nuzzle inside my head”

These are the words I hear as I press my cheek against his.

A tigress
marking her scent
on the bark
of a tree

Nudging against the confines of her boundaries
Avidly,
Ardently,
Eager to keep her sacred ground

I move in closer, smothering her scent with my sweat.

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